Page 62 of Little Do You Know

“You’ll what? Withhold sex?” Sebastian smirks, looking down at me. “Then you’re just denying yourself what you want, which is me.”

Yeah, I definitely do want him, but I’m not confirming that for Sebastian. I’d never hear the end of it.

I hit his chest with the back of my hand, a little harder than I probably should have, but that sounded like something Owen would say. “Maybe I will. Your dick is not the end all be all for me having an orgasm. It’s my birthday. You’re supposed to be doing everything I say,” I remind him as he continues walking farther into the water.

“Thanks for reminding me. I’ll be sure to give you twenty-one birthday spankings later,” he teases, and I gape at him. “I’m kidding.” Is he? Bash came up with that pretty quickly.

“I’m not sure you are.”

“We’ll revisit that later.” He shakes against me with laughter. “I guess since it is your birthday, I could put you down nicely, or I could be an asshole and drop you in the water. Just pretend you’re a mermaid,” he says, beginning to loosen his grip, and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on. Can he read my mind?

“I regret what I said last night. I did not miss you,” I say sassily, and Sebastian smiles.

“Oh, little Lia. You missed me, so don’t try to deny it now.”

I shake my head adamently. “I did not miss you. I’m not little Lia anymore either. I think I prefer love to that nickname. I was perfectly content having the apartment to myself with the addition of Penelope and sometimes Blake,” I reply stubbornly as Sebastian proceeds to drop me into the water.

I come up sputtering, only to find Sebastian roaring with laughter. He’s smiling so widely that it almost makes me forget why he’s laughing. “I can’t believe you dropped me again! Asshole!”

“I don’t need you to speak English to know you just called me an asshole. I guess I deserve it.”

I glare unamused at my boyfriend. “You think? You’re not supposed to throw the birthday girl in the water! That’s against all the rules.”

Sebastian grins at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “If you’re all about following the rules, then I can bend you over my knee now to get on those spankings.”

I splash him with water as I wade deeper, the waves now hitting my shoulder. “Yeah, we’re not following that rule.”

“Why not? You just said we should follow the rules,” he taunts, splashing me back.

I swim farther out until my feet can’t touch the sand. I turn around as I tread water easily, looking to see what Blake and Owen are up to. Owen has the same idea as Sebastian and is carrying a shrieking Blake into the water. Men are so unoriginal. Penelope is chilling on the sand, working on her tan. She’s not a fan of the water, but she loves the beach despite it.

“Pretty sure neither of us can talk about following rules,” I remind Sebastian, who swims up to me. The only difference is that he can stand while I’m stuck treading. Outside the water, it’s a little chilly, but the lack of clouds in the sky creates an unusually warm October day.

I glance past Bash at Owen and Blake, who are far enough away. It’s nice seeing them together. They both seem happy, and because their backs are turned to us, I have no problem swimming forward to wrap my legs around Sebastian’s torso and my arms around his neck.

“Thalia, I’m trying to behave around you in that swimsuit because I haven’t talked to Owen yet, but you are making this incredibly hard,” he warns while I smile innocently at him.I bet that’s not the only hard thing right now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

Except I totally do. I picked this swimsuit out because I knew he’d like it. It’s a pretty blue that makes me look tan.

Sebastian leans forward to kiss my collarbone, and I let him even though we could get caught. I think that’s part of the thrill.I’m also done with hiding. I know we’re telling Owen tomorrow, but would it be so bad if he found out right now?

I’m honestly shocked we haven’t been found out yet.

“This is risky,” I warn as another wave laps at my shoulders.

“Your swimsuit is risky.” Sebastian toys with the strap of my bikini top.Yes, touch me, please. I don’t care anymore.

I look at him, biting my bottom lip, which immediately attracts his attention. “Bash, I think you seem to be obsessed with what I wear.”

“I’d really prefer it if you wore nothing, but sadly, I don’t think that’s an option.”

I toy with the wet hair on the back of his neck. “No, it’s really not.”

His dark eyes comb over every inch of my face, much like last night. His face softens into a look of contentment. “Happy birthday, Thalia.”

A glance over his shoulder, which I hate doing, tells me we’re in the clear. I lean forward, pressing my lips firmly against his. I cling to Sebastian as he supports me easily. At least this time, I’m already in the water, so he can’t drop me in again.

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